Saturday, November 19, 2005
moth and dust... err, more like fly and dust
yesterday, cynthia and i were reminiscing... i have a dead fly, in a plastic bag, in a box, which was given to me by cynthia, which she found on her sister's bed, while she was talking on the phone to me... and it all happened years ago... and i never threw it away... why is that?
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